To Dream The Dream

Awake, asleep, I lose my mind thinking about her I find
I’ve lost the real for the unreal, becoming my real is surreal…

Her silhouette moves into view
Crystalline colours of every hue
My vision clears that I may see
The sparkle of her shine moves me

Every step and glance is choreographed
As a cinematic masterpiece crafted
Potions brewed in a cauldron of draught
Sorcery and spells concocted by witchcraft

To dream the dream, may it come true
To have, to hold, embrace anew
Living on the edge of reality
Tipping on side of fantasy